The stuff that didn’t fit elsewhere.
We had a nice, leisurely Super Bowl Sunday, starting with church and ending with a viewing of “Broken Flowers.” I’ll weigh in on that after we’ve finished watching it. Poppy wore jeans for the first time today. And a jean jacket. Rockford dubbed her “Little Johnny Cougar.” I don’t know that her demin wear alone warrants the name, but she does have the beginnings of a pompadour and a special place in her heart for the state of Indiana.
I wrote about this once earlier, but Blogger seems to have discarded it. Let’s assume it was brilliant and insightful.
I finished Marilynne Robinson’s “Housekeeping” this afternoon. I’d read that it was better than “Gilead,” which I really enjoyed, so I was looking forward to reading it. It was well written, but I didn’t like it as much as “Gilead.” It was so melancholy and lacking hope. I never once thought that the characters might be in for a happy ending. Some might argue that they did find their happy ending, but I’m not buying it.
I finished reading “Gilead“
I’m writing this in part to tell you that if you ever wonder what you’ve done in your life, and everyone does wonder sooner or later, you have been God’s grace to me, a miracle, something more than a miracle.”
